Passionario wrote:IN POLYTHREME THE BED I SLEPT ON WAS A SLAVE. THE ROOM WHERE I SLEPT WAS HACKED FROM SCREAMING STONE. THE WATER I DRANK BEGGED ME TO STOP. THEY PAID ME IN COIN THAT PLOTTED MY DOWNFALL. THE MEMORIES ARE TROUBLING. THIS PLACE IS BETTER.

Tom Lehrer wrote:One of the many fine things about the Army is the way they've taken the democratic ideal to its logical conclusion, in the sense that not only do they prohibit discrimination on the grounds of race, creed, and color, but also on the grounds of ability.

- I'm not Jesus, but I can turn water into Kool-Aid.- A Sergeant in motion outranks an officer who doesn't know what the hell is going on.- A demolitions specialist at a flat run outranks everybody.

There'll be a lot of people who don't get their Christmas bonus. And I'm just saying, while I don't know much about managerial technique, I imagine that might dent company morale? And when company morale has a company armoury and that company armoury includes at least one bazooka, as a good boss I get concerned, yes?

"Oh yes, the Drowned Man is humming tonight, a song in the water like the bones of fish. What is that? I drown in pain as I drowned in the well. No. He drowned. They said - they called him by his name - he need only go up and the priests would take a little. The pigs that slept. The dragon that walked. The mountain that woke. The sea that sighed. The city that crept. The messenger that curled like a serpent around its message. The doors that were roses. The river that came from Hell... none shall remain. The womb of secrets be blasted as with lightning. Take."

ok who wants to play a vampire: the masquerade campaign with me where we larp as warring bloodline factions who are struggling to promote their own influence by carefully changing the historical record while at the same time erasing the other opposed faction from history by the same means. we larp at our computers, the entire campaign is played through wikipedia edits. who’s in

So, I do not claim to be either as bright or as “moral” as the authorities on Natural Law. As some variety of Cosmic Schmuck, the best I can claim is that I have developed, over the years, some sense of the difference between real horseshit that you can step in and Ideal Platonic Horseshit that exists, evidently, only in the contemplation of those who worship such abstractions: and I continue to notice that Natural Law bears an uncanny resemblance to Ideal Platonic Horseshit.

But it is a victory for me. And where one battle can be won, then the entire war is possible too. So, no matter the increased complications, this day my chances of success have catapulted from impossible to mere astronomical longshot.